Hey everyone, I've been thinking about starting a new novel and I have two ideas in mind:
Football Story – This could either be a full novel or a fanfiction series. If I ever need some extra income, I might publish it as a novel. Otherwise, if more supporters join my Patreon, I could just release it as fanfic. It'll be system- and match-focused, with a bit of romance (Ana de Armas is involved 😏), spanning from the 2003-04 season to the 2024-25 season.( this time nothing is forced, i looked into ana de armas journey clearly)
Hindu Mythology-Inspired Story – Think Percy Jackson, but rooted in Hindu mythology (not a copy, just inspired). It'll feature action, divine weapons, demigods, and a modern twist in a world where Hindu mythology is real. I'll be dropping a sneak peek for this one below. This one is definitely planned as a novel—I have big dreams for the universe I want to build, maybe even turn it into a physical book someday (we can all dream, right?).
Just to be clear, these won't be starting right now. I'll only begin working on either of these once my current novel is near completion and I've fully drafted the new project. For now, they're just ideas I'm excited to explore later.
Let me know what you all think!
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The Ishvara-Gita: As Spoken by Mahadeva, the Unborn Flame
Be still.
Still your thoughts. Still the noise you wear like armor.You chase meaning in machines and pixels, forgetting that silence is the original scripture.
You—child of bone and breath—believe your age of iron and firelight to be the pinnacle.But I have danced through the birth and burning of stars.I have seen the wheel turn through countless Kalpas.Your story did not begin with you.
It began when Brahma opened his lotus eyes, and time took its first breath.
He wove the four Yugas—tapestries of Dharma and decay.Once, the soil itself whispered truth. That was the Satya Yuga.But time erodes even the sacred.Now you stand in the final twilight—Kali Yuga.Quarrel. Hunger. Forgetting.You wear disbelief like second skin, and name it progress.But this is not merely moral collapse—it is cosmic law.
Adharma—your collective dissonance—has summoned the Dharma-Kshaya Veil,a fog that muffles heaven's song,a barrier between you and us.We do not pierce it.Our touch would shatter your realm like dry clay.And so, we wait. Distant. Bound by the order we vowed to uphold.
But Vishnu, the Sustainer, in foresight deeper than time, devised a path.
He had the Divya-Shilpas forged.Not weapons, no—memories of the divine, crystallized into form.Echoes of the sacred, lying dormant in your world, waiting.Waiting for hands worthy enough to wield light without burning.
Yet, where there is creation, there is mirror.My other children, the Asuras, with ambition like wildfire, responded.They birthed the Maya-Yantras—not anchors, but leeches.Power that feeds on fear. Desire. Rage.Gifts that hollow the soul as they glorify the shell.
The war never ended, child.It simply became more subtle.
And now, the rhythm shifts.The stars hum with tension.The Mahayuga Nakshatra rises—alignment foretold since the first breath of time.The Veil thins. The game begins.
A Great Awakening comes.Bloodlines long silent will pulse again with ancient fire.And as light stirs, so too does shadow.The Asuras shall move. Their Gambit will darken your cities.
You stand at the edge of a blade.A handful will choose.And through them, all will be chosen.
The war will not be fought in the heavens.It will unfold in streets and minds, in hearts that burn with forgotten fire.It will be a war of soul against soul,of steel guided by spirit,of belief standing naked before terror.
This is the Tandava.The sacred dance.The cycle of ruin and renewal.And I—I am both flame and ashes. Both drumbeat and silence.
I will watch.I will wait.And when the time is right, I shall dance.
The first step has already fallen.
Are you ready for the rest?